Well kids, I decided to just get serious and finish my novel "CONSPIRACY!", and I spent the last five hours straight doing so.
Here's the very last passage (spoilers):
I left Willow's apartment and decided to kill myself. And I went to an area off of Saint Mark's Place, a side-street, where people neither saw me nor cared if they did see me, and I took the gun to my chest and planned to shoot it through my heart. Because I had not only failed in a material aspect, I had failed as a human being. I was not a pleasant person. And, even in the face of terrible tragedy and loss, I was still filled with the same petty anger and jealousy I had before. I didn't learn to hate my wife less. I still harbored a disgusting sense of satisfaction seeing Edith die. And I still hadn't a clue what to do with my life. I felt no sense of meaning. Not even a sense of God. At least when I was younger I sort of had that, even if it was somewhat inconsistent.
Now, it was all black: no money, no job, no meaning, in a thuggish universe where people died horrible deaths or had their lives ruined for no reason, at the whim of the cruel, insane, greedy, or merely banal.
And that was when I saw the fetish porn guy.
It was the man from that comic convention, from so many months ago. The man in the trenchcoat with the shopping bags full of porn and the walleyes. He was walking across the street. I don't even think he saw me. But I saw him! What a coincidence, I thought.
And the man, he still had the bags of porn, one in each hand. And I felt so...energized. Like I was having a religious experience.
Suddenly, it all made sense. And I heard a voice inside of me say,
"Draw fetish porn. Do this, and your life will change forever."
And you know? That's exactly what I did. And I never looked back.
Folks, that was the end of my Great American Novel. As an addendum, I would like to add a couple of quotes by Joseph Campbell:
"We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us."
"What each must seek in his life never was on land or sea. It is something out of his own unique potentiality for experience, something that never has been and never could have been experienced by anyone else."
The remaining chapters will be sent out to the members of the mailing list;
The mailing list for CONSPIRACY! is as of now is closed, no more new names will be added.
The list will still be active and added-to for the next serialized story.
Plans to distribute CONSPIRACY! will be brainstormed and revealed at another time.